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"Dark and delicious."—Kerrelyn Sparks, New York Times bestselling author on Race the Darkness
Out of darkness and danger… You can't hide your secrets from Lathan Montgomery-he can read your darkest memories. And while his special abilities are invaluable in the FBI's hunt for a serial killer, he has no way to avoid the pain that brings him. Until he is drawn to courageous, down-on-her-luck Evanee Brown and finds himself able to offer her something he's never offered another human being: himself.
Dawns a unique and powerful love Nightmares are nothing new to Evanee Brown. But once she meets Lathan, they plummet into the realm of the macabre. Murder victims are reaching from beyond the grave to give Evanee evidence that could help Lathan bring a terrifying killer to justice. Together, they could forge an indomitable partnership to thwart violence, abuse, and death-if they survive the forces that seek to tear them apart.
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EXCERPT: Lathan went through the door. He didn’t remember how he got through it, he just went from outside to inside.
It took him less than a picosecond to catalogue the scene. What he saw nearly slayed him.
Junior lay over Honey, holding her arms above her head, even though she wasn’t fighting, wasn’t moving. His mouth over her nose. Her nose? What the fuck was he doing to her? Junior raised his head and looked directly at Lathan.
A smile stretched across Junior’s lips. The smile of someone who savored his dominance. The smile of someone who got jacked off by it.
“You don’t touch her.” The words ripped from his throat like a snarling cornered coon.
He was on top of Junior before his brain even sent the message to his body, grabbing him by his shirt dragging him off her, away from her. Junior attempted to hit him, but the blows were less than effectual. Lathan tossed him onto the floor in a dark corner of the room. He kicked into the dark, packing all the force of fury into the movement. He connected. One. Two. Three. Four. That should keep him down for awhile.
He turned to her.
She lay in the patch of orangish light spilling in from the outside. Her chest bellowed up and down in giant movements. He knelt next to her.
“What did he do to you?”
Her eyes were wild and fear rolled off her.
“I’m here now. He won’t hurt you anymore.” To keep that promise he needed to get her out of there. No telling when Junior might get a second wind.
He scooped her up into his arms. She felt so good, he buried his face in her hair inhaling deeply as he stood. She turned into his neck and fisted his shirt in her hand. He ran from the room, heading for the restaurant across the parking lot.
He wanted to punch himself in the head for not listening to the warning in his gut. He’d known. He’d fucking known something bad was going to happen. And what did he do? Spent hours driving around until he’d stopped—a-fucking-gain—at the carving. The giant, snarling, bear sculpted from one big assed hunk of wood that stood atop a hill outside of town. He’d wasted an hour staring at that carving asking himself why he felt compelled to visit the thing so damned often. Just like every other time—he got no answers.
He shouldn’t have squandered his time on such a useless activity. He should’ve been watching out for her. Protecting her. He’d fucking known Junior would make a play for her. He just hadn’t thought it would be so soon.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should’ve been here sooner. It’s my fault. My fucking fault.” The words leaped from his mouth before he could contain them.
At least she was alive. Everything else they could deal with. They. Because he was going to act like a tattoo and permanently attach to her. There wouldn’t be a next time when it came to Junior. Or if there was, there wouldn’t be a Junior after next time.
“Call 911,” he yelled the moment he pushed through the door of Sweet Pies and Eats. A trucker three booths in had just stood. Lathan shoved the table full of dishes back with his leg and sat in the empty booth with her.
“Honey?” He tilted her face up to him.
She was purple. Fucking purple. Gasping for air like it was in low supply.
“Shh… Honey. Breathe. Just breathe.”
Her eyes were ravaged, consumed by an agony that went deeper than any physical pain ever could. Her mouth was a horrifying smear of crimson that wasn’t lip-gloss.
Fury burned through him. He shook from the power of it.
Cold steel pressed against his temple. A gun. Shit. Fucking damn.
About Abbie Roads
Seven Things about Abbie Roads:
- She loves Snicker Parfaits. Gotta start with what’s most important, right?
- She writes dark emotional books featuring damaged characters, but always gives her hero and heroine a happy ending… after torturing them for three hundred pages.
- By day she’s a mental health counselor known for her blunt, honest style of therapy. At night she burns up the keyboard. Well… Burn might be too strong a word. She at least sits with her hands poised over the keyboard, waiting for inspiration to strike. And when it does—the keyboard might get a little warm.
- She can’t stand it when people drive slowly in the passing lane. Just saying. That’s major annoying. Right?
- She loves taking pictures of things she thinks are pretty.
- She’s represented by Michelle Grajkowski of 3 Seas Literary.
- Her first book RACE THE DARKNESS was a Publishers Weekly Top 10 Pick for Fall.
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